It’s where you are meant to be.”
“No,” Quinn said. “I don’t believe you.”
He wasn’t sure why the words disturbed him, but he felt like he was being shown a mirror image of himself- one he was afraid to look at.
“You do and you know it,” the man said. “You are a Prince of Sanheim. You had to have the right mate-not any woman would do, not by a long shot-but this was something that was born to happen to you. Your parents knew it. They could have helped you, if they had lived.”
“My parents? Were they the Prince…”
“No, but your mother knew the legend and knew it well,” the man said. “She knew what you were the moment you were born. In every age, a new one is chosen. They face the trial and if they win, great power is theirs. Be glad it is your destiny, Quinn. It’s an honor, and if this honor wasn’t yours, you would be corpses by now. Lord Halloween would have killed you in your sleep and hunted Kate until she had joined you.”
“Kate’s dream? That’s part of this?” Quinn said.
“Sanheim is the god of the dead, Quinn,” the man said. “Who warned Kate that Lord Halloween was coming?”
“Her mother,” Quinn said. “It was her mother.”
“Precisely,” the man said. “Talking to the dead would be a miracle in the modern world, but it’s nothing compared to what power you might have. Take it, Quinn. Take it and hunt Lord Halloween as he has hunted you and so many others. It’s the only way to save Kate.”
Quinn’s mind was racing. He looked out at the vista and felt a surge of power through him. He felt alive in every fiber of his being, like nothing could stop him. For just a moment, he thought he could see Lord Halloween’s face and then it was gone. He felt alone again and empty.
“I gave you a taste,” the man said. “This is the deal that you and I make. Become the Prince of Sanheim.”
“I don’t even know how,” Quinn said. “Besides, what if I can’t stop? The two in your legend-they couldn’t stop, could they? Whatever power this is, it isn’t good.”
“Good and evil are points of view,” the man said. “The only thing that matters in this world is power.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“Then you are a fool. Power is everything. But it is yours to wield as you want.”
“Why?” Quinn asked. “Why do you want me to take this?”
“I need an emissary in the world,” the man said. “My last one didn’t quite work out. I’m offering you power, the chance to save lives.”
“But I would work for you?”
“In a sense,” the man said. “But I don’t care about mortal concerns. I’ll need you for something else that we can discuss when the time is right. This is a gift, Quinn. Take it, use it as you will. If you want to be a knight in shining armor to those who need help, you can be that. I put no restrictions on you.”
“You are Sanheim,” Quinn said.
The man smiled broadly but didn’t say anything. Even in that moment, Quinn wondered if he was telling the truth. There was something else in play here-something Quinn could not yet understand. He had trouble believing the man was some kind of God, or the equivalent of the Devil.
“What’s the catch?” Quinn asked.
“The trial,” the man said. “You have to prove you are worthy first. Some of the most promising potentials have failed this test.”
“Is there a math test?” Quinn asked. “Cause I suck at those.”
The man didn’t smile.
“I can’t tell you more about it,” he said. “Pass the trial and the power is yours, it’s as simple as that.”
“That’s it? Unlimited power if I win?”
“There is no such thing as unlimited power,” he replied. “There are limits. If you live to see November 1, you will experience your first one.”
“What happens then?”
“I can’t say,” the man said. “There are rules to this game. But the time has arrived for you to choose if you are ready to be what you were born to be. Seek this power out and you can save the girl and the day. Reject it, run from it, or ignore it and you’re doomed. It’s as simple as that.”
“What does the Horseman have to do with any of this?”
“I keep telling you, Quinn. You created him. You are what you fear. He belongs to you.”
“I just want him to go away,” Quinn said. “Can I make him do that?”
“Yes, but when the time comes, you won’t,” the man said. “I see that now. Even if you would, she won’t let you. Yes, you two are very promising. I’m afraid our time is almost up.”
“Wait,” he said. “I still don’t know what is going on. I need to know more about the trial.”
“No, Quinn,” the man said and smiled. It was meant to be charming, but the smile instead seemed predatory. “There are some things you have to figure out yourself. I will give you one more hint about Lord Halloween.”
The world began turning then, slowly at first, but then faster. Everything was a blur of shapes around Quinn. Only the man stood out clearly.
“You’re over-thinking him,” he said. “You think you know his motives but you don’t. He’s a showman, a liar. He’s hiding his true motives from you because at their most basic, they are simple motives. Figure them out and you will find him before he finds you.”
Quinn wanted to ask more about what he meant, but the world had tilted. Everything was giving way. The man was gone and then there was blackness.
When Quinn opened his eyes, he was in a hospital bed. Above him was a TV and it was playing the strangest movie he had ever seen. There was no plot, only figures walking past a camera. The figures didn’t notice the camera or acknowledge it in any way. Every so often the action would pause and then restart. Quinn was beginning to wonder who would make such a program when he realized what it was: a security feed from Kate’s hotel.
He noticed Janus was next to him, watching it and taking notes. Where was Kate? He had an image then. She was downstairs in the hospital, using someone’s computer.
(Thank God you’re awake) Kate thought.
(What’s going on? Where am I?)
(I’ll be right up)
But Quinn found he could access her memories. She had brought him to the hospital, called Janus and waited. The doctors didn’t know what was wrong, but she had known he would wake up. She had felt him getting stronger and had almost had an image of his dreams. It looked like he had been in Scotland. In the meanwhile, Janus and she had been researching. They had been watching the security feed looking for a clue while Kate also tried to look up more information about the word ‘Sanheim.’ What she had found had disturbed her.
Quinn stopped wondering how he knew all this. He was linked to Kate now, he knew. He could see her thoughts and memories and she could see his. It was strange but also exciting.
Janus had not yet noticed he was awake. He was intently staring at the video screen. For a moment, Quinn thought he saw something familiar on the screen as a figure walked by, but then it was gone. He felt fuzzy and lightheaded. He doubt he was in much condition to do anything other than drool.
Kate came through the door.
“Thank God,” she said again.
Janus looked confused, then at Quinn. When he saw that his eyes were open, he smiled.
“Jesus fucking Christ, man,” Janus said. “You gave us quite a scare.”
“Language,” Quinn said in what was a pale imitation of Rebecca’s near daily admonishment.
Kate came over and kissed him. He had nearly forgotten what had happened before the Headless Horseman attacked, but it all came flooding back to him. This kiss wasn’t like those and he knew it, could feel her emotions as they were locked. This was not lust, but relief mixed with love.
(I love you) he said in his mind and she kissed him harder.
(I know) she responded.
She didn’t have to say it back to him. He knew what she felt, what she thought. He was no longer clear on
